Stella Vandenburg realizes that loving a criminal makes you just as guilty as they are
_lowercase intended in first TWO chapters only. otherwise, proper grammar is intended.
_fem!oc x rafe.
_enemies to lovers.
_a little oc x jj.
_season 1-3 complete...
It's one thing to almost kiss a murderer before he actually murders someone, but it's another thing to actually kiss a murderer after he kills someone. Especially after he almost killed Sarah, twice.
Holy shit. What is wrong with me?
The guilt that disappeared temporarily during the night resurfaces itself as my mind replays through all the shit Rafe has done.
Suddenly, a feeling that I had mistaken for butterflies evolves into nausea, and I quickly run out of Felicia and throw up under a tree.
Back in the car, I buckle up seatbelt, and exhale deeply.
I'm a horrible person, I think. There's no denying that.
Because loving a criminal makes you just as guilty as they are.
I toss and turn, the guilt and giddy I feel occupying my brain and not allowing me to dream my self-made problems away. But I fall asleep at some point, and my night is dreamless.
The next morning, I head over to JB's to meet up with the others. Hopefully Sarah will be there, safe and sound.
"Do we know who this dude was?" I hear JJ say as I walk to the dock. That's when I see John B.
